Dust danced wildly in the dim light, like countless tiny ghosts wandering through the air. Hermione, Ron, and Neville stood in a corner of the corridor, each wearing a different expression. Their discussion had reached a fever pitch, revolving tightly around the baffling changes in Harry Potter.
And when it came to how they should investigate what exactly had happened to Harry Potter, it fully demonstrated what a true reckless person was—especially Ron, the founder of this reckless movement, who had nowhere left to hide.
The facts proved it.
Ron Weasley's Gryffindor bloodline was pure beyond measure.
No wonder his family had been upright and proper for eighteen generations.
Just look.
Just look.
Even though he probably struggled to cast Wingardium Leviosa properly, he still dared to take two others along to investigate a wizard who had harmed or replaced Harry Potter at Hogwarts without even Albus Dumbledore, the greatest white wizard, noticing. Hermione, the strongest of the three, probably only knew Incendio right now.
And it was only the kind that produced a tiny flame.
It would be hard enough to use it for grilling.
Let alone using it in battle to hurt an enemy. Yet with a team like this, Ron actually dared to drag the other two off to investigate the so-called "truth"!
It had to be said.
Among Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley, Ron might not have been the most reckless one, but he was clearly the "mentor" who led everyone else down the path of recklessness.
There it was.
Hermione frowned, trying to persuade Ron. "Ron, we can't refuse to ask for help just because of these guesses. We're only first-year students."
Hermione still possessed some of the rationality and judgment expected of a top student.
"Harry is our friend. We can't just